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What if we have been calling things by the wrong name?What if everything was the opposite of how we actually see them?What if the land was called the sea, and the sea the land?What If the moon was the sun, and the sun the moon?What if black was white, and white was black?

Think. Think. Think.

Wait, what if black was white and white was black?What if black was white and white was black?What if, what if Blacks were the oppressors and the oppressed were White?What if Blacks were ole massa and Whites obeyed their every command?What if Blacks gained profit and Whites were beaten and sold?

What if Blacks were at home enjoying a meal while Whites out in the field?What if Martin Luther King sat back on God’s word and watched the injustice take place while Whites marched the streets for a better life?What if Blacks blew up a church where four little White girls died?What if after almost 50 years many Blacks still hate the existence of Whites?What if Black cops targeted and killed White boys and girls?

What if we have been calling things by the wrong name?What if everything was the opposite of how we actually see them?What if black was white, and white was black?What if you were me?

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February 12, 1909
On this date: NAACP ~ founded after riot in Springfield, Il

The National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, or NAACP, is most often associated with the civil rights movement of the 1960s; however, it was found in 1909, making it the oldest (and largest) civil rights organization in the United States.

The political and legal organization was founded by such notable citizens as WEB DuBois and Ida B Wells. Perhaps one of its greatest successes was the formation of the Legal Defense and Education Fund. Through that mechanism, and with the help of such dedicated individuals as Thurgood Marshall, the NAACP has had a significant impact on ensuring the legal rights of all Americans.

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Beep, beep, beepThis what I hear as I stare out of the window Onto the streets of this cityThis city is D.C.

This city is loudThis loud city Is unfairThis city is richBut also poorFor all its beautyThere’s ugliness too

The sounds of this city are not for meThe construction trucks, with their loud roars and clashes,Are not for meThey’re not for anything like meNot my skin color, or my hair textureNot for my disability, nor my many abilities

Beep, beep, beepI hear againAs I stare out of the window Onto the streets of this cityD.C. is the nameGod I hate this lovely city